The witchy genie laughed, the fates must have enjoyed her latest punishment because here came a troop of sheep thieves heading down the path right toward Ben and his herd of sheeptaurs. The lead man fired a taser hitting Ben ssquarely in his woolly bare chest. The witch realized these men weren't after the sheep, only their wool. She watched in amazement as the thieves stunned the half human sheep and sheared them stuffing their wool into bags that they wore on their belts.
Initially, she had thought she'd change the sheep shearers into sheeptaurs too, but she decided something else would have to be done to them. Perhaps after she found out what they were going to do with the sheeptaur's wool.
"Boss, these sheep are part human."
"Yeah, I noticed, shave the human parts too, the hair seems wooly enough. Besides the boss is paying by the pound."
The naked hairless sheeptaurs were slowly regaining consciousness as the thieves laden down with bags of wool disappeared back down the forest path. Walking between the shadows, the witch followed.